Penchant for pent up Aggression and resentment Hell bent on penitence For offenses and transgressions Against ones ends A heavy debt, a dead load tolled Over the shoulder bones Holding it like the mythoic globe Of vulnerability no ability to surpass Atlas grasp Passion and valiance alas Do not reveal the path Heeled in crap, so we don't take crap Sad we've got it backwards We only take it because We actually just make it up Theres actually no atlas task at hand No mandatory command Branded or demanded It's our own stand-alone mandate Cultivated from past shame Conditions fabricated Gradually from pleasure and pain Dramatic intimidation Placing self against status Competition established With differences and classes That realistically just doesn't matter Rather be free and modest Than be the coolest or the smartest Consumer of the products That marginally boost our own regard Or be the ruler of commerce and audience All of that Harness total dominance of laws Like the magna carta offered We're not honorable all days In all ways Caught up in small losses and gains Not comparable to what others obtain The sway of time will long wash away Your made up doppelganger But it can't knock reality Of living earnestly and honestly always.
Tag: rants
To Whom DO You Identify?
People of these times Reside to blind allegiances With the we vs them mentality Proud believes in The doubt of our cohesion In ever increasing tediums In total disagreement To every conceived feature Of the competing impedance Intolerant to intolerence A bit oxymoronic if honest But don't acknowledge it It's a harsh pill to swallow When vilifying is justified As long as you side with me Then we are the victimized We have piety In our beliefs we are righteous So keep the rivals needs At arms reach, our of sight With upbringing and conditioning It made us the winning team Either inferior or superior We clearly have the needs To be carelessly free And to live a life of glee Even if I don't recognize We need them to identify me.
Scaling Mountains
Difficult issues come up Tough stuff but It's a matter of opinion What is considered cumbersome What holds as momentous Isn't unanimous So why we waste our stamina Adding up damages with an abacus Flattering our judgements Undertaking solutions with sledgehammers To crack a nut Statutes and acts established but In backwards fashion Actions and practices reactive Don't have to act indifferent To have acceptance impassive Sadly bad things happen Must we act so indignant And dignified to gratify Individual resistance And erase and tear up Like grammatical errors Trying to categorize Like the encyclopedia britannica Pulling hair right out of our scalps To control outcomes But how come we make ant hills Insurmountable mountains.
Behave
Tend to rest on our laurels Like it's all moral To let forethought and cause Be orchestrated by our royals, Of oratorical and written history Our fore founders and traditions be Inexplicably Fixed rigidly, Little heeding to meaning Or purpose we just serve As servants surfacing With little to no coercion We all discern the rowboat Isn't propelled by it's own wake Awoken we hold sway The oarsman hold the pace, Keep it straight and afloat Know when to coast or start stroking The founders are foundering Letting the boat overflowing, We're sinking or capsizing Forecasters denied the rising Massive tidal wave Do we act rightly or behave.
mice & men
The heightened schemes Of mice and men The two species meet With equal means to an end The selfish needs To get the cheese And keep it Complete disregard for indecent Keeping what isn't ours With boundaries cowardly Shrouded we scour Reaping and devouring Outwardly spreading disease With negligent ease Our pedigree seems We're an identical breed.
Silence is golden
All of humanities ills In our inability to sit still In tranquility, we feel the need To impede and fulfill relief Of tedium with instability Debilitating the stillness Like trying to instill peace By drilling heavy artillery Into the breeze Our vulnerabilities Are too much to will the need Of rest, to test our sensibilities Instead we fill the ease Ceaselessly we intervene But the beauty in music Is in the stillness in between Rhythm isn't rhythm Without the division of emission Into nothing but silence It's a big mix jambalaya You might be one To speak with a a silver tongue But silence is golden Priceless is solemness Only the lonely know it Like Orbison notioned How much the outspoken Could notice if they'd just hold lips For a moment only intermittently hold hush Inevitably unfold Whatever's closed will open up.
Loves worth the effort
Hope to cultivate An inner vocalization That stays outspoke towards hate In any form or shape When my own state gets Overstimulated and triggered I will be bigger than spontaneous Inclination to bitterness And dissonance with resilience To shame and malice ways Stay straight like balance beams Through the shadiest alleyways Retaliate against hate With geniality and grace Gratitude and praise Compassion passiveness passé How we proclaim treatment Seems to be based on how we treat each other With a little extra effort Might discover love unearthed.
Conquest & Conquer
Triumph & conquer The cause of common imposters A syndrome like lymph nodes Constantly fighting off toxins Only in the eyes of the beholder Can you define what's no good What's right, what's wrong Whats neutral prognosis It's preposterous what prospers Money & power conquests When nine times out of 10 One falls short of the target Even when you accomplish You'll hardly have enough A starved, impoverished purpose Always on the perpetual hunt
Do You
When you move towards approval You'll soon feel lured Into a lose-lose Catch 22, state of confusion For what you want to do With others unsubtle views And reviews, just do you Conflict of conscious consumes It's useless for aptitude Or destiny, whatever you believe To try to meet Every trend and scheme of society Best to be independent Stay steadily headed In your own direction The road less treaded Eventually people Will see you for you technique Chic and regal abilities You kept it real unique Even if others still don't see you Don't beat yourself, be cool Because being deceitful isn't easy Best just be you.
Give Up Indifference
It's oft forgotten more often than not The common paradox Inherent in our Common place cause It's hardly camouflaged That it's far more optimum To give than to receive Yet we keep reaching with cupping palms up We're at odds Rather gain others acknowledgment nods Carving wild tales Like modern Scheherazades At what cost? To what ends? No regard to false facades It's merely fluff to garner followers Hypocrisy flaunt God forbid we aren't in spotlights Outright competition we exhibit With anyone Who gets within our jurisdiction No position is worth resistance To coherency consistent With brotherhood, sisterhood Wish we could give up our indifference.
To Be Frank: 